I give it two days, if not already

Impetus: MARTA introduces hi-tech “public bathroom of the future” at Lindbergh Center station. It is allegedly vandalism-proof, loiter-proof, digitally monitored in a variety of manners, and basically gives users pretty much nothing to do but do their business and leave. Hopes are that it becomes successful, and sets the standard for public restrooms to be implemented in transit stations all across the world.

Bahahahahahahahaha. MARTA.

Bahahahahaha.

Okay, now that that’s out of the way; it’s like I could switch my brog to feature absolutely nothing but stories about MARTA, and I could probably make like three posts a day for the next year or so.

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Another Sisyphus’ boulder analogy

I use that analogy quite a bit, don’t I? Perhaps I’m drawn to scenarios in which they seem like insurmountable endeavors, to which makes it so easy for me to make the metaphor as often as I think I’m doing.

Regardless, Dan Cathy, the CEO of Chic-Fil-A has concerns about what’s going to happen when the new Falcons stadium opens in the near future, when the Goodyear blimp is shooting aerial coverage, and reveals to everyone watching that Atlanta is a pretty divided city:

“The horror that I think of is when the Goodyear blimp is flying over the new stadium with Atlanta’s beautiful skyline in the background,” Cathy said. “And then the blimp shows the area on the other side of the stadium and it looks like a scene out of Baghdad.”

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Why can’t Atlanta have a decent city song?

I was running on the treadmill, and Jay-Z/Alicia Keys’ Empire State of Mind came on my iTunes. It’s a song that I particularly like, but I also think it’s cool that it’s a song that’s basically also a soliloquy to the city of New York, and how much Jay-Z thinks it’s a great place.

Somewhere along the line, I thought about Frank Sinatra’s New York, New York, and how it was such a classic, iconic song, and that it could probably never be replaced. I’m not saying Empire State of Mind replaced New York, New York as the anthem of the city, but it says something when it’s played at some point during every single Yankees home game at Yankee Stadium, in addition to Sinatra.

The bottom line is that Empire State of Mind is a song that, sure lyrically rap, which tends to make some people nervous, but has what I think is a catchy melody, beat, and is overall harmonically pleasing to listen to. Clearly, I’m not the only person who thinks this, and it’s a song that has done pretty well for itself in the grand spectrum of things.

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lol MARTA #212

Atlanta Magazine asks: Can MARTA be cool?

Of course not.  That’s like asking if pigs could fly, or if Battletoads were easy, the answers are very easy, without hesitation nos.

Regardless, the question is brought up, because that is apparently one of the hopes and dreams of the man in charge of MARTA, general manager Keith Parker.

Now I’ll admit that I was one of the first people to doubt that Parker would actually accomplish anything with MARTA, considering the joke of an organization and service that it is, but in all fairness, he has made a little bit of headway with what seemed like pushing Sisyphus’s boulder up the mountain.  Supposedly, according to Atlanta Magazine, revenue has gone up, crime has gone down, and service has expanded; albeit to ghetto-ass Clayton County, but baby steps.

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Why not

Long story short: Rapper 2 Chainz wishes to run for mayor of the town of College Park, Georgia.

My knee jerk reaction to this story was something along the lines of “n**** please,” but then I realized that I had momentarily allowed myself to forget where exactly where 2 Chainz wanted to be the mayor of.

Most people have been to College Park, Georgia, or at least passed through it, and not even realized it.  This is because College Park is where the infamous Atlanta Hartsfield(-Jackson) airport is located, in spite of the fact that it’s always given an “Atlanta, Georgia” address.

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The trolliest car on the road

You want to get over a lane, and the car you’re planning on getting in front of speeds up and prevents you from doing so.  Never mind the fact that there is nobody behind them, you’re just not getting in front of them.

You want to merge onto the interstate, and the car in the lane you’re trying to merge onto doesn’t speed up or slow down and makes you have to adjust your speed for them to wait for them.  Never mind the fact that there is nobody in the adjacent lane for them to have made the courtesy move into, you’re the one who’s going to have to adapt.

You are in a parking lot that flows one way, and around the corner comes the car going in the opposite direction.  Whether they realize their folly or not, they still own it and act as if you are inconveniencing them, when they inevitably glare at you as they pass going in the wrong direction.

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Still waiting on Frito Lay

Short story shorter: Truck carrying tens of thousands of pounds of ice cream overturns on Metro Atlanta highway.

I don’t really know why these stories amuse me so much, but add ice cream to the buffet of carnage that has occurred on Metro Atlanta highway intersections over the span of the last 12 months.

With turkeys, hams, eggs and beer already accounted for, and dessert now added to the list, I still contest that the roads are still awaiting a good accompanying food, like some chips or maybe a produce truck full of potatoes or something, and then we can call it a party.

That being said, not that I want to hear about people incurring serious injuries or anything, but I think I’m going to subconsciously be wishing that any Frito Lay or snack company’s trucks I see on the highways, meet some unfortunate conflicts with physics and gravity within the next month.